Varvara Shcherbakova parses the rituals of adult life through the eyes of a woman who remembers the regional past and family feasts all too well. There's no rush into drama here: more observations of how fatigue from endless stereotypes and road rage turns into a cold-blooded mat and a kind of angry solidarity.
The main theme is trying to maintain boundaries when everyone around you cares about you, from Moscow neighbors to forgotten great-aunts. It is an honest irony about growing up, where personal space is almost the last luxury.
